Immortals of the End Times

Chapter 125: Soul Control with Talisman Pills, Leader Challenges for Instructions
A night breeze blew through the hall. Zhao Wuji sat in his cave, holding a communication jade talisman. The message from Nan Zhixia made him unconsciously curl up a smile.

Ji Mobai has indeed issued a challenge to Wushang Daozi.

This was to intercept the Daoist before the Supreme Daoist could issue a challenge to him, thus thwarting the Supreme Daoist's plans.

"Former opponents, now chess pieces, can also become chess pieces in your hand and be played."

Zhao Wuji smiled calmly, took out "Miao Jiang Gu Techniques" from his storage bag, quickly turned the page to the illustration of "Golden Silkworm Continuation of Meridians," and began to study it intently.

As the candlelight flickered, an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

As his understanding of the Golden Silkworm Regeneration Technique deepened, a set of tadpole-like characters on the second Yin Bead suddenly emitted a faint glow.

"It was triggered? And it's a Yin Pearl, no less."

Zhao Wuji was overjoyed and breathed a sigh of relief.

The beginning is always the hardest, but now that we've touched the Yin Pearl, things will be much easier.

Now, the second Yin Pearl has been deciphered, revealing swordsmanship, formation techniques, and medicine.

The remaining secret technique is likely the technique of reattaching a head.

If one can learn this skill, their ability to survive in the future will be greatly improved.

Like the Tiger-Headed Immortal in "Journey to the West," whose limbs and head could be reattached even after a long time.

Even something as simple as a flying head descending and returning on its own, provided it is not destroyed, adds another layer of protection to medical techniques.

Zhao Wuji rubbed his temples and closed the book "Miao Jiang Gu Techniques".

The method of regenerating the golden silkworm's veins alone is not enough to fully elicit the head-regenerating technique.

He immediately began his daily practice, performing hand seals and circulating the guiding technique.

During this period of cultivation, he was not in a hurry to consume resources to increase his cultivation speed, but instead cultivated slowly at his normal pace.

This will not only solidify one's cultivation level but also prepare one for the journey to the Tiannan Secret Realm six months later.

The resources saved can be used in the future, so there's no need to rush them.

"If one uses spirit-eating insects to spin silk and form cocoons to adorn their body, or sets up a spirit-gathering array..."

He secretly pondered, "While cultivation speed can certainly be increased, the consumption of Origin Crystals..."

This method of spending money to cultivate is ultimately not a long-term solution.

He's poor after all; what kind of immortality can he cultivate if he doesn't have the money?

Compared to the spiritual benefits of drinking alcohol, the costs of these methods are far too staggering.

The next morning, the square at the inner gate of Linlang Cave was bustling with activity.

Before the final battle of the social gathering had even begun, a piece of news had already swept through the entire Dongtian like a hurricane.

Ji Mobai, the Purple-Robed Secret Disciple of Lonely Cloud Peak, actually took the initiative to issue a challenge to the Supreme Daoist Hong Yanjia!

In no time, whether they were diligent disciples or those who were good at slacking off like Zhao Wuji, they all rushed to the arena to watch the battle.

No one wants to miss out on this fierce battle.

Although the sword fight with Zhao Wuji at the Hall of Merit slightly damaged Ji Mobai's reputation.

Yet, even within this magnificent and wondrous world, he remains the undisputed leader.

With the three disciples from Xuanji Peak and Zhenchuan Hall not appearing, Ji Mobai is the universally acknowledged senior brother among all the disciples.

Today's match between the senior disciple and the supreme Daoist has naturally drawn crowds from all over the city.

The last day of the event became unusually lively.

"Senior Brother Zhao!"

"Senior Brother Zhao, are you here to watch the battle today too?"

"I've heard rumors that the Supreme Daoist originally intended to challenge Senior Brother Zhao."

Zhao Wuji walked through the crowd, returning the bows and greetings of the men in green and blue robes. Hearing this, he chuckled and said, "You all jest. It's just a rumor. I'm merely a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivator; how could I be worthy of being bullied by a Daoist like you?"

In the midst of exchanging pleasantries, they suddenly felt a cold gaze cast upon them from the high stands.

Looking up, I saw Nan Zhixia dressed in white, her veil gently draped, gazing at me from afar.

Zhao Wuji nodded in understanding, but his gaze swept over the group of disciples from the Supreme Cave Heaven, a dark and unfathomable look flashing in his eyes.

My purpose in coming here today is secondary; I'm here to watch the game.

These disciples of the Supreme Grotto Heaven were the perfect subjects for him to test his newly developed Netherworld-Connecting Talisman Pill.

Come and don't go indecent.

Since the Supreme Mother had instructed Zhixia to deliver pills to him, he reciprocated by giving some talisman pills to the disciples of the Supreme Grotto-heaven to try.

Soon, the crowd grew denser, and a clamor arose.

As Ji Mobai and other disciples of Guyun Peak flew in, the atmosphere reached a fever pitch.

Zhao Wuji quietly slipped away amidst the attention of everyone and secretly arranged to meet with Nan Zhixia.

"Wuji, is this the talisman you told me about in the message?"

Nan Zhixia examined the Netherworld-Connecting Talisman Pill that Zhao Wuji handed her, her beautiful eyes filled with curiosity, "Are you sure this can achieve the same effect as the Bewitching Heart Pill?"

Zhao Wuji shook his head, "Perhaps it doesn't have the same lasting effect of bewitching people, but it's more direct. It can forcibly control people's minds in a short time, saving the need for a gradual and subtle process of consolidation afterward."

"That's amazing?" Nan Zhixia exclaimed in astonishment. "You can even refine this kind of talisman pill?"

Zhao Wuji placed the pill in Nan Zhixia's palm, then took her soft hand in his, gently stroking her smooth skin with his fingertips, and said with a smile, "What kind of pill can't your fiancé refine?"

This elixir was researched by a powerful alchemist from a past dynasty. After obtaining the formula, I also studied and refined it.

He paused for a moment, then said, "Take this and dissolve it in water, then give it to some of your disciples to take, so I can see the effects."

The effects of this elixir may be greatly reduced if it is dissolved in water.

However, the advantage lies in the reduced manipulation time, making it more concealed.

As he spoke, seeing Nan Zhixia shyly withdraw her hand, he took out another pill, "No rush, I still have one pill for you, in your other hand."

"Oh."

Nan Zhixia subconsciously reached out, then suddenly realized something was wrong and immediately rolled her eyes. "You're always thinking about taking advantage of others. Do you flirt with your senior and junior sisters in the sect like this?"

She suddenly grabbed Zhao Wuji's wrist, her phoenix eyes narrowing slightly. "Why do I feel like you've become more cunning and wicked after cultivating immortality? Is it true that men become bad after their status rises?" Zhao Wuji's heart skipped a beat. Faced with his fiancée Nan Zhixia's searching gaze, like a cat smelling fish, he was momentarily speechless. He quickly forced a smile and said, "Heaven and earth bear witness! I usually avoid female cultivators, but only when I see you, Zhixia..."

"Really?" Nan Zhixia glared at him feigning anger, but her eyes were filled with sweet affection.

In fact, she knew all too well that which powerful cultivator in the cultivation world didn't have three wives and four concubines by their side?

She even pretended not to see Zhao Wuji's personal maid, Xiao Yue, and even took the initiative to befriend her.

Men are bound to have those thoughts eventually.

But most importantly, it is to always put her first in your heart, and to maintain the dignity of being the rightful wife.

At this time, she and Zhao Wuji had not yet settled down and become Daoist partners in a proper and legitimate way, so how could it be the turn of other women to interfere?

The attitude and importance that Zhao Wuji was showing now made her feel at ease.

"Of course I take it seriously."

After making some assurances, Zhao Wuji quickly began explaining the other pill.

"You must take this pill yourself, and in conjunction with the Soul-Capturing Spell I will teach you via telepathy, you will be able to control others within the effects of the medicine."

Nan Zhixia became increasingly alarmed as she listened, gaining a new understanding of her fiancé's methods.

"Remember not to mix up the pills and take the wrong one."

Zhao Wuji cautioned, "I don't want you to be manipulated by others instead."

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Nan Zhixia gave him a charming sidelong glance.

Zhao Wuji chuckled mischievously, "Of course I'm worried. If anyone should be controlling someone, it should be me controlling you."

"You dare!" Nan Zhixia's pretty face flushed red as she feigned anger, "You're not allowed to use it on me, and you're even less allowed to use it on other women!"

As soon as she said it, she felt it was too harsh and was afraid that he would harbor resentment.

With her fiancé's current abilities, there are probably plenty of women throwing themselves at him, so she shouldn't be too shrewish.

He immediately lowered his head and whispered, "Unless... unless I grant your permission."

After saying this, she looked around to make sure no one was there, lifted her veil, quickly gave Zhao Wuji a light kiss on the cheek, and then hurried away.

After watching Zhixia leave, Zhao Wuji thought of his fiancée's earlier interrogation and rubbed his sweaty palms, unsure whether it was his fiancée's or his own.

Originally, he wanted to make some small moves.

Forget it.

The less trouble, the better.

When they returned to the bustling square, they found it filled with noise and that Ji Mobai and the Supreme Daoist of the Supreme Cave Heaven were already preparing to go up to the arena to fight.

Zhao Wuji saw that Ji Mobai had retrieved the Lone Cloud Flying Sword.

It's likely that Senior Brother gained a lot in the Sword Cave this season, and his sword heart has obviously been refined.

He then looked at the Supreme Daoist, who appeared to be a decent human being with a nose and eyes.

Soon.

The two stepped onto the stage, exchanged greetings, and then quickly began their magical duel, drawing gasps of surprise from the many disciples.

After watching for a while, Zhao Wuji saw that the two were evenly matched and it was really hard to tell in advance who would win.

He then turned his attention to Zhixia in the opposite stands.

Suddenly, he secretly made a hand seal and used the Netherworld Connection Technique, and his divine soul appeared in a ghostly blue color, like will-o'-the-wisp.

The next moment, he observed through his ghostly eyes that several disciples of the Supreme Cave Heaven had talismanic shackles wrapped around their souls.

Nan Zhixia, who had taken the main pill, was controlling those people through incantations, her soul flowing like moonlight.

"Zhi Xia's movements were swift and efficient."

With a slight thought, Zhao Wuji used his telepathic abilities to issue the order remotely.

One of the most outstanding disciples immediately rose from his seat, his movements as natural as if he were simply walking around.

When he returned to his seat, the whole process was smooth and effortless, and his expression was very natural.

The efficacy of this Netherworld-Connecting Talisman Pill was even more potent than he had anticipated.

Not only can the user of the main pill control others, but he, the caster, can also manipulate them remotely.

However, that main elixir was specially refined by him for Nan Zhixia.

After taking it, silently recite the incantation, and you will temporarily gain the ability to communicate with spirits.

However, the supernatural powers borrowed through elixirs are ultimately limited in effectiveness and cannot be as free and skillful as those he casts himself.

At this moment, as Zhao Wuji observed, the incantations within the souls of those disciples were rapidly dissipating.

At this rate, they can only last for another incense stick's time at most.

"Turning the elixir into water is ultimately a bit short of the required skill."

Zhao Wuji shook his head inwardly, "A mere disciple at the second level of Qi Refining can only control it for a little over an incense stick's time. Those with higher cultivation levels can probably only control it for even less time."

If I were to master the Talisman Water Technique in the future, perhaps I could enhance its power or further improve the Ball Manipulation Technique.”

Seeing that Nan Zhixia could control those disciples at will, he immediately withdrew the Netherworld Technique.

Just then, a clear and melodious sword cry rang out from the arena.

The Supreme Daoist gracefully retreated to the edge of the arena, cupped his hands and smiled, "Brother Ji's swordsmanship is profound; I, Hong, am willing to admit defeat."

Continuing to fight might damage our harmony; how about we call it a draw? What do you think?

Ji Mobai pondered for a moment, knowing that there was no hope of victory, and sheathed his sword and returned the greeting: "Brother Hong's Taoist arts are profound, so I will do as you say."

The two men stopped short of getting to the point, leaving the onlookers wanting more.

Just as everyone was sighing, the Supreme Daoist who had stepped down from the stage suddenly gave a wink to a junior brother in white robes.

The white-robed man's eyes flickered, and he nodded slightly before leaping onto the arena. His gaze, sharp as lightning, pierced directly at Zhao Wuji in the crowd.

"I have long heard of Brother Zhao, the master of both alchemy and swordsmanship at Cold Moon Peak, whose swordsmanship is astonishing. I, Li Jingchen, am unworthy, but yesterday I won first place in the swordsmanship category of the Four Arts of Friendship. I would like to learn from Brother Zhao's superb swordsmanship."

(End of this chapter)